Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

he could not live without his girlfriend close by him, and wanted to make a
joyous union of our two lives. He looked like someone who felt outmanoeuvred.
‘You really want me to move in?’
‘Yes. Sure.’ He rubbed at his ear. ‘I mean, I’m not saying let’s get married or
anything. But it does make sense, right?’
‘You old romantic.’
‘I mean it, Lou. It’s time. It’s probably been time for ages, but I guess I’ve just
been wrapped up in one thing and another. Move in. It’ll be good.’ He hugged
me. ‘It will be really good.’
Around us the Triathlon Terrors had diplomatically resumed their chatter. A
small cheer went up as a group of Japanese tourists got the photograph they had
wanted. Birds sang, the sun dipped, the world turned. I wanted to be part of it,
not stuck in a silent room, worrying about a man in a wheelchair.
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘It will be good.’